Contest-Musings on a bench-sponsor -Nette Onclaud 3/18/26
Cry my heart, in silence for love has come and gone stealing dreams of tomorrow leaving quiet sobs of reflection where yesterday clings in sadness and hangs like cocoons of memories painted by my brush of illusion to haunt the bowed head of my soul
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